Water cascading down mountain cliffs,
spreading a white mist into the atmosphere.
Droplets scattering about, falling fast,
anticipating joining all others that have
fallen before it.
A vast pool of rushing water, scurrying
hurriedly down ancient pathways, heading
for a joyous reunion with it's counterparts,
swimming happily in the ocean together.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Bohot bdhiya sir